Eyes are the windows to the soul
You can see where someone has been
How much they have seen
How many times they've been hurt
What they long for

I yearn to feel that tingle
The slight brushing of your hand on my arm
Electric

Kaleidoscope eyes
Telescoping with time
A tumbling jumble of colors and feelings
The quivers, the shakes, the shudders and reelings
Understood by the one with a blank expression on his face
Wide and bewildered eyes caught in her's embrace
Patterns colliding with no rhyme or reason
Deceiving her reflection
Just one more act of treason
Selfishly looking on over the bridge from her perch
Not comprehending the magnitude of her worth
A girl, a child, left out in the snow
A story never left behind
Now we'll never know.

Sitting
Staring at the night sky
Drinking straight from the bottle because my sorrows are impatient
Another night in
Lonely and dark
My mind wanders
Thoughts of the universe and the insignificance of my presence
One bottle down
I gaze inside hoping to find the answer
What next?
I reach for another bottle and pop it open
All I want now is to fade away
Drift off and pretend I'm happy
I drink
And I drink
And I drink
Until not one drop remains
All in my system
Just the way I like it
And I sink
I wash away and I drift
Into the real world

Trapped in a box
Walls closing in fast
Water lapping at your ankles
Air growing thin.
You punch the glass
Your hands crash into the walls
But nothing happens
No escape
She is standing
Watching as you panic
Enjoying every second of your agony.
You close your eyes
Focus
This is all a dream
This isn't really happening
You try one more time
You pound on the glass desperately
You kick and hit and throw your body into the walls.
A small crack
It's faint but you hear it
The water is almost at your shoulders
You hit the cracked area so hard
Over and over
Until the water sprays out
And the force of the water explodes the box
And you are carried by the river.
Freedom
It feels good to breathe
Your lungs are screaming
Begging.
One last gasp
You climb to your feet and run
You run down the hall
Not knowing where you are going.
The last thing you remember is his face
Oh his face
His eyes
They are like water
But the kind of water that swallows you
And cradles you
But throws you with the waves
Because you can handle it
Because you are strong
You are brave

Some call it loneliness
I call it freedom

Those watching from a distance scoff
But burn inside with jealousy
Having to hide from the mirrors
Unable to give in to their desire to be alone
Out of fear
Not of wrath or punishment but of judgement
It is the very thing that cages us inside
Keeps us locked in
Under a watchful eye.
The fear guides us, leads us
Traps us in a corner and takes advantage of our confusion
Left with a contusion to our sense of self and a will to never feel helpless again
Therefore judgement rules our lives
We rule our lives.
We stand in our own way and displace responsibility

I'm scared to tell him I love him because I know that's what scares him the most
His mind is different and
His heart is so timid that
I know he will back away
Once I say
"I love you".
The minute I utter those three words and eight letters
He will shut down and wonder what's next
He will question what is expected and if he agrees
And he'll break down and hide away so no one sees
Into his soul
Or into his mind
The bumpy indecisive waves crashing inside
Pandemonium in his cranium all due to "i love you" and the obligations that society has created
Around those syllables that I spoke
With confidence and fear
Knowing that what he will hear will be more than just what I feel
But a job
A new obligation to me
A choice he had no choice in but would've come to, hopefully
Suddenly
After days of rational thought
Because he is rational and logical and thinks far too much.
"I love you"
It takes courage to say
It takes spontaneous trust in your heart just to explain
To someone
Someone you love
Someone you think about more than enough
Someone who has been in your mind long enough
For you to decide that they have your love
So with all of my thinking and all that being said
I know how I feel and how it will be read
I'll eventually tell him because time won't wait
I just hope that he's not too afraid
To reciprocate
"I love you too".

I felt broken today
I felt as if everyone who looked at me saw how torn I was
As if they were counting how many pieces of him were stuck in my skin like broken glass
Little bits and pieces stuck everywhere he ever touched me
How can they possibly count them all

Contra is my mantra
Walking contradiction
Comfort in contrast
Contracting the human disease day by day

Fighting hard and losing
But persisting
Resistance of assistance
Shake and bake until I'm high enough to lose my breath
Breath taking view
Atop the peaks of irresponsibility
Giving no ****
Consequences?
**** em
Back lash?
Bat your lashes and slither your way out of it
Love?
Who needs it when you've got the attention of all the sinners
An angel among them
Freezing in the arctic pinnacle of hell
One at a time their cold hearts freeze them from the inside

No one on the inside understands the pain of being on the outside

The exclusion

The inclusion

It all hurts someone
Somewhere

There is something that hurts us all

The one thing that unites us is that we are misunderstood
Yet we misunderstand others
We fight for spots in a group as if it were a competition
Just to be happy

But my happiness shouldn't be determined by my popularity
I shouldn't be out here
Just watching

My mouth dries and my eyes water
My throat tightens and so does my chest as
Our song beats through my headphones and flows with my blood
Warming my insides while I shiver on the outside
I throw your sweatshirt on over my head and sniff it every few minutes to remind myself of you
I forget how to breathe
My breath shortens until I realize I am suffocating myself
The thought of now
The thought of being without you
The thought of how much I care for you
It draws from my soul
It weakens me
I need you.

I thought I saw you the other day
I thought that the burning feeling on the back of my neck was your stare
Watching from a seat in the Starbucks across the street

I thought I missed you the other day
I was cold and
I thought that I could just reach for you and you would be there
To hold me against your body tightly

I thought I was fine the other day
But I did see you and
I thought back to the days when you would hold my hand
When you would pull me closer

I thought I was happy the other day
Finally
The sun was shining and it hadn't rained in days
I thought I was free
But I saw you and I thought...

Goodbye isn't the hardest part
I don't know who came up with that
But it's a lie
The hardest part is living your life, for the first time in a while, completely alone
Some may call it Freedom
A new start
I would call it the Aftermath
My world lays in utter destruction
Turmoil
As thunder ruptures above the stormy oceans in my mind
Conflicted waves of emotion flood over me as I go from regret to aching
And the sun seems like it will hide from me forever
As if it can see the darkness inside of me
And thinks that it's the night

White and black
Black and white
Fear of love
Love if fright
Dark night sky with the moon flying high
But that's where the lines blur

I have found a home
In the strength of your grasp
In the life in your eyes
In the music of your soul
In the warmth of your body
And in the beauty of us together

My mind is a prison
A cell that holds me
Locked inside
Oppressed
With no way out
Left to my own devices
Contemplating everything
This scares me

My mind is a vast field
Open and free
Beauty everywhere
In places you would least expect
Hope runs wild here
I run wild here
My heart is free
Freedom releases me

My mind is a black hole
Darkness
Deep and never ending
Swirling into nothing
It ***** me in
Never let's me go
And shrinks me down
Depressing me

My mind is a machine
Creating stories and strategies
Learning to love
Building
Structures rise from ashes
As I rise above the rest
And tell the world that it am here
That I am me

I am free.

There is a constant battle between head and heart
On one hand, they are so far apart, like the sun and the moon, that their perspectives oppose each other
Conflict.
But every once in a while, the sun and the moon collide.
Can this occur between heart and mind?
When our bodies collide we will see a new light

The smell of pine trees in the air is fresh
Fresher than a babies face as
it takes its first breath
The sky above me houses mounds of clouds but
None have cried yet; how strange.

There has been a cloud over my head for days it seems
The storm inside me washed my soul clean
But I'm still at war with this piece of myself
I walk, in part, to find peace of mind.

My feet take me deep into the forest
Where I'm faced with two paths: right or left
I can't help but think of how cliché this is and
Instead I trek through the thicket in between.

My indecision is what leads me
I never take option one, two, or even three
I make my own, yet
Here I am at a crossroads.

"Just Go Your Own Way" is easy to say
Yet here I stay
In the middle of the forest
Pining away.

I dream to escape reality
The sadness and the pain
The hurt and the shame
I drift off to a universe of my subconscious creation
And I enjoy my life
My life above the clouds
Away from all the ******* of society

But it seems that my dreams and my reality have melted together
I can no longer tell the difference between the two
Though, I prefer the dream land
My inner desires always come about
No complicated, confusing feelings
I can manipulate this place
There are no limits
No consequences
And that's how I like it
Can I stay?

What makes you perfect is not how your eyebrows mirror each other

Or how many curls you had time to do this morning

Or the name on the tags of your clothes
It’s all just a bunch of makeup

Hairspray

And letters. 

What makes you perfect is the way you treat others

The way you hold the door for someone when you didn’t have to 

It’s the things you dream about when you stare at the sky from the passenger seat of the car

It’s the song you listen to over and over because it brings you back to that special time with that special person

What makes you perfect is the smile that you give for no reason

The one that you mean

It’s the way you laugh until you cry

It’s the dreams you have

The secret hopes that you don’t tell anyone

It’s trying to silently cry while watching a movie

It’s crying when you need to 

It’s being strong 

It’s having courage
 and
Ambition and

Determination and

Acceptance. 

It’s being yourself when all else fails

What makes you perfect is everything that makes you.

The music is what changed me.

The music didn’t just dance in my ears

It pulsed through my veins

It ran with my blood and took me to the sky

The bass didn’t just shake the car

It rattled my bones

It vibrated in my chest and jumpstarted my heart

It helped me to live again.

I'm sitting criss crossed on a picnic table in the park
All by myself
Accompanied by a water bottle and the thought of you
You decided not to come home this time and I guess I don't blame you
All these places and memories
Faces that remind you of high school
Of ******* and of how shallow humans can be
I guess you wanted some time to pretend that you aren't one of them
But you are
And so am I
And I guess that's why this hurts so much
Sitting here alone
Because not too long ago it used to be the two of us
Walking side by side through this park
Pretending that we were more real than any other human in our sight
Whether that's true or not,
At least we were together.

Now it's only me
Sitting here,
Laughing to myself as 13 year old girls walk by in shorts so short I can see their *****
How sad
But then I realize
Here I am,
A sad, lost, lonely college student
Sitting by herself on a picnic table
Scoffing at a group of girls because of how they're dressed
How does that make me a better person?
The only reason I was ever more real than them was because I had
You
Now I don't even have that.

All the world's a stage
A plague to the man who writes the front page

Aim to entertain or deliver the facts
Try and please all or get knives in your back

No pain
No gain

Widen eyes and cause splendor among the masses
Or force them to think that they need better glasses

Report or embellish to make cinema of news
Stay honest to the truth or master the ruse

Cradle rob and plunder, set fires ablaze
Add dragons and damsels to appease the craze

Stoop to the depths of the seas miles away
Abandon integrity and let your moral compass sway

The trees begin to remind me of the skeletons in my closet

The sky seems to reflect the melancholia in my mind

The wind feels as comforting as an ice bath in February

The ground is as hard as the ice around my heart

The snowflakes are as fragile as my voice when I talk about it...

The icicles imitate my tears as they fall and freeze simultaneously

The moon becomes the only source of light that I can stand

And
This glove takes the place of your warm, soft hand

Sometimes I feel like I have no real inspiration
As if everything I write is tired
That it's not original
Sometimes I read my words and I don't see the purpose
I use big words to decorate my verses
But in the end there's no meaning
Maybe my work is all one big metaphor for my life
No purpose
Constantly searching for a way to make things look or sound better
Disguising the facts
The emptiness
And in my inspiration-less rut I found inspiration
The irony of it all
It strikes again

Come get high up
With me

Try to die again
And from heaven
I can lay down
to finally rest my head

I'm melted by your touch
It haunts me as I run
And nothing slows me down
I run until I fly

Come get high up
With me

I have no thirst that needs quenching
No want for the flavor,
It's really quite putrid
I drink only to achieve a certain state
Of groggy, giddy happiness
Carefree
With low inhibitions and
High hopes
That burning in my throat that I quell with more acid
That **** is toxic
The feeling is destroying me

Eyes closed, tears fall
Last night hurt me too much
Today, on my own,
How can I live out of love?
I still feel you, I still love you
I just can't reach out to touch
And it hurts me, in my heart
Knowing that you're arms can't be my crutch
Eyes low, don't look
I'm too scared to be judged
Hold me, for forever
I want, I need it so much
Kiss me harder, love me closer
Kiss my forehead, give me your touch
And maybe,
I'll live
In love lost
Still there but
With a cost
Hearts tied
Frayed at the ends
Kindling for the fire
Sparked by new beginnings

Carburetors and gasoline
Driving in a puff of black smoke
Tread circles and burnt tires
Every minute or so I choke
Sizzling underneath the sun
With nothing but gray up above
The nothingness keeps me floating
In the nothingness I found true love

I get cold sweats when I think about leaving you
I try to cope with the rush of emotion
The jumble of sadness and frustration and anger
I struggle for a moment when the thought crosses my mind
Comprehending our goodbye is impossible
Not being with you is unfathomable
I just thank you for giving me your music
And therefore your soul
Whenever I listen to the same songs that have fluttered in your ears and swirled around your head
I can feel you close to me
A piece of you is near
And it becomes easier to stand not being next to you on our sleeping bag under the stars
It makes it so that this quilt on my bed is enough to keep me warm
At least for the time being

Spineless ******* in backless dresses

Fill the halls of the prison.

I watch from my cage

Behind bars of my own creation

Fabrication

They indulge in fancy fabrics and leather bags

I'm in rags

And underneath the fabric is the skin they proudly show

Their beauty

It's only skin deep.

My rags hide me

The bars close me in

Though I don't need it,

The protection.

They really keep everyone out

That's the way I prefer

I keep myself under guard and I express only a sliver

Only a piece of myself

Displayed for everyone to see.

That’s what everyone looks for anyway

The image you show

What you look like

Substance vs. appearance

Coexistence of the two is true beauty.

But the world will see the top layer and stop looking

Fear of the unknown

“Curiosity Killed the Cat”.

So you,

Keep on window shopping

Then tell me how honest you find your friends

Your family

Your peers.

Look me in the eyes and tell me you've seen it all

Why you let yourself fall

And I'll take off my rags.

I'll prove you wrong.

I'll prove that there is more to a person than the fabric on their back

The gold on their wrist

And the smile on their face.

My eyes glow tonight
Brighter than the moon
Greener than the trees
Sadder than the rain

They glow brighter tonight
With memories I stumbled upon
With pain from those days
With all the anger and hate

They glow brighter than happiness
More than when they dance with joy
More than when I smile
More than when I am happiest

They glow tonight
And show such darkness
And reveal so much pain
And extract things I buried

I have more used plastic baggies with remnants of **** left in them than I know what to do with

We’ve gone through so many

Maybe that’s why I can’t remember anything but you…

I like having them

I smell them when I miss you because they smell like you

Because they smell like us.

I have an extra lighter with me because you always forget yours

I light it when I miss you

I touch it when the flame dies just to feel the warmth on the tip of my thumb

It reminds me of how you get a little too close 

It reminds me of your warmth.

That lighter

I love the sound it makes when I grind the gears and press down swiftly

The click and the whoosh of the flame springing to life

It takes me to nights when fireworks and stars paint the sky

It takes me to our rock in our stream in our kingdom of trees and fresh water

It takes me to the sun gleaming in your eyes

It takes me to flower-flourished fields. 

The flame takes me with it as it dances

And I dance through my memories

Tracing my steps until I find each moment we have shared

I dance until my eyes slowly close

And then I dream of you 

I dream of you and wish you were here

But this is just a dream…

I wish we could dance forever.

Read between the lines...

The white fairy dust that makes all of her problems disappear
Like magic
****.
It's gone in a sniff

A single tear lands on the table
Right next to her golden credit card
The token of his love
The reward for achievements and milestones
Memories that should have been shared between father and daughter

He never noticed her.
Her face after she cried
Her runny makeup after a kiss in the rain with her boyfriend
Her curled hair as she left for the prom
Her white gown as she held her diploma and moved the tassel
He was in every picture but was never there for her
Not the way she needed

He only saw the row of straight A's on her report card every year
He handed her a new trophy
A phone
A car
A credit card.
Those straight A's were the only thing that connected her to him
Now all she can keep straight is the line of coke in front of her face

Last time it was different
I thought I was in love
With him
I thought that he was the reason the world stayed spinning and my heart kept beating
But it wasn't him
It was what we did together that I loved
I was in love with the music
Enamored by the sunshine
But not by his eyes
Not by the way he held me
I only loved the idea of him

This time it's different
I know I am in love
Every time I see him my heart stops for a second
I can't believe how lucky I am to know him
He holds me so closely, so tightly
I feel loved
The way he smiles
As wide as he can, with his beautiful white teeth
It makes me wish the whole world could see his smile
It makes me want to make him happy every day of his life.
This time the silences aren't awkward
He knows what hurts me and what makes me laugh
He wants me to be happy
His eyes are open and honest,
Yellow-green like a cat's
He is playful and strange and fun like a kitten
But strong like a bear
He snores so loud but is so innocent when he sleeps
He holds me to his body
He keeps me warm
He runs his soft hands on my stomach even while he sleeps
It makes me wish I could have him next to me every night
He kisses me with determination
He bites my lip as if he can't get enough of me
And I can't get enough of him.
He doesn't realize his beauty
His messy hair
The curls twisting around his head, around his ears
His perfect eyebrows sitting kindly and friendly on his face
I love holding him and I love when he holds me
This time, I know I am in love with him

Rolex rendered
Role extended in a ****** up world
Upside down
Raise the roof
Rock the boat
Cause a scene, I'm begging you
Reverse the morals of moguls and the lessons on possessions
Preach the truth, not the gospel
Under God's spell
Teetering on the edge of ignorance and turning a blind eye
It's as if the world is drunk and is walking the line
The line
A fine line
A fine line and we're drunk on the cheap wine they've been pouring down our throats
Get us drunk and manipulate us
Intending to **** with our minds and coax us to their side
Their side of the line
That ******* line
Between the morally correct and the morally punishable
Go to Hell!
The line that's drawn in the sand and about to be stepped over
Be the one to step over
Erase the line
Create new ones and cross them too
Continue crossing lines until the world wakes up
Make noise
Wake up the sleeping, blinding, head-in-the-sand world
Make an impression
Leave your name written on every corner of the globe
Shake hands and kiss babies
Be the modern Jesus

Underneath the stained tree sits the man who is claimed "free"
By those below
By those above
Out of hate
And out of dove
"**** hippies"
Peace signs in Babylon
The "unspoken language"
The solution to all the Man's problems
******* and a clenched fist
(I'll give you ONE finger and a clenched fist)

I want to see him
I want him to see me
I want to run into him one day accidentally and i want him to look at me and recognize me
I want to see the look in his eyes
I want to see his reaction when he realizes what he lost
What he destroyed
I want him to regret

The moon and the sun
Star crossed lovers
Pulled apart by the soullessness of the norm
We complain about the sun
We ramble on about the moon
Yet we fail to understand the relationship between each
Unable to touch
To be one
But loving nonetheless

I'm sitting at the bottom of my shower feeling the cascading of the water on my face
Coping
Sometimes I pretend it's raining
And I sit there crying
Trying to convince myself that I'm fine
I let the rain hide my tears from myself

It's messed up
I know.
Don't think I don't know how messed up it is
I just need it now and then
I need to cry but I need to be convinced that I'm strong
That I can handle anything without shedding a tear
Weakness is the only thing I fear

It's only recreational
Doesn't matter if it hurts
Your hands shake as your sweating and searching through your purse
Reaching out for the answer in the form of a syringe
Sit back and cringe

Push my buttons as you push down and inject
This life is so much harder for a sad reject
Pity and scorn, rustled and torn
You tremble with the treble while your simply causing trouble
I'll be there, take a double

Sunsets and upsets and broken tambourines
Fringe and smoke and dreadlocks and the setting of the scene
Take a hit with me and lean back
Then lean forward and expel
You sought blissful happiness and ended up in hell

Set the tone
Drop like a stone to the bottom of a warm glass
Empty bottle
Full of regrets
Water ring where the answer to all life's problems rests
Ring around the pole with a ****** lace waistband full of ones
Sliding
Falling
Sinking
Drinking
Never blinking
Or breathing
Just seething
Writhing and weeping
Creeping
Touches under the swinging light
Pendulum
Back and forth
Up and down
Forward and back
In
And out.
Breathe
Pulling in
Sneaking out
Stumbling in to the closest neon cathedral
The only reliable house of worship
The only tangible faith  
Slap a *** onto the wooden bar
Arms resting on the ledge, body held up by a ****** stool
Your constant crutch
Holds you up
Knees shake
Shoulders quiver
Back shivers
Hands steady
Cigarette in one hand
And a bible in the other
Pain in desperate eyes
Smoke invading
A prayer escaping chapped lips

"Oh Lord don't let my drink run low
Let it flow
Flow forever
Don't let me taste the last drop
If so
Let that last drop be a stone in my throat
And let me choke on my salvation
Save me from it all
Amen."

When I drive I am liberated
My music blasts
Engulfing me
Immersed in the symphony
Speeding down a road where a million have before me
Searching helplessly
Staring into infinity
And drowning in the melody

Windows cracked
I feel the cool wind
All over me
Cold night and it comforts me
The moon is dead and I can barely see
Driving dazed and carelessly
Engine roaring ferociously
As the music flows inside of me

The wind rushes in
As if it were the water
Fighting to drown me
End me
I thrash uncontrollably
Gasping and gulping and trying to breathe
Reaching the surface finally
Coughing up inspiration violently

I am inspired by many things
But I translate my inspiration the same way every time
In the sun
In the moon
In the darkness
In the light
In black
And in white
In the sadness
And delight
In the comfort
And in the fright
In the day
And in the night

You see, I feel that contrast is beautiful
I find opposites to compliment each other so well that they belong together constantly
I feel both conflicting emotions at the same time
And they balance out
Balance is key
And I have found it within myself
Therefore I communicate as such
Balanced
Equal

I crave what I see in my mind

The future I have constructed

I see a messy bed and the rising sun
Bare legs peeking out from wrinkled sheets

Our love written in every crease
Evidence is ever present

I see hands sliding

Fingers tracing

Mouths speaking with no words

But still

The message is received

I see open windows letting in the breeze

Sparkling lights in the distance

The moon yearning to feel our love
Perched above

I see my breath

The cold night air engulfing me 

Though never reaching my heart 

I’m warmed indefinitely by the love at my side

I see my hand on a soft chest
Discovering, for the first time, acceptance and

Freedom 

The only things I’ve ever wanted

I see the world in a new way

Each night is a new city

But happiness never sleeps

Life never rests it’s weary head

Neither do we

I see summer

Flowers sway with our whispers

Sunlight sings it’s song on your shoulders

I kiss and reminisce…

I see turmoiled oceans

As we drive down winding pathways

Atop cliffs 

High as kites

I see convertibles and buses

Afghans and kaftans

Guitars and bonfires and sand covered bodies

Psalms of palms that sway in the west coast wind

I see beads in my hair

Fringe on my sweaters

Rings on my fingers

Jewels on my brow

I see you in our makeshift home 

Sitting cross legged in briefs

Your back to me; face to the ocean

Painted gold by the suns halcyon kiss

I see undying allegiance

To freedom in its freest form

No red white and blue

But the sun, me and you

I see clearly in this still silence

No fear here, only peace

And I have you by my side 

To keep me safe from solace

With every look from your green and red eyes

My heart flutters

Like the wings of the butterflies 

In my stomach

My body is on the earth
But my head is in the clouds
My mind soars
Racing against the sun
Struggling to decipher the lights below
Where am I going

As my heart longs and my mind searches I stay
Suspended between the present and the future
A euphoric state of being
Stuck in the wrong place at the wrong time
A detriment

I was tricked
Baited
I bated
Searching for the dream that I was told about
That I was shown
Such happiness, however close to my grasp, will never be mine
Still I toil and think until I boil
Angry from the deception of a nation
Abomination
Exasperation
Bated breath
Stolen by the greedy who need to breathe more
Who need to just breathe
Lift that guilt right out of your mind
But never from your conscience
Greedy
Selfish
Cruel
Bullies

I feel like I'm constantly frozen
I'm stagnant
My mind slugs along
Trudges down the corridors of my skull
There's no way out but through these finger tips
It's a long journey
Traffic
Finding the best route
The best words to use
Are they going to understand what I mean?
Who the **** is 'they'?
No one reads my words but me
Well, will I know what I meant?
Miscommunication

His lips graze the microphone and I wonder
What it would feel like to be there instead
His whispers grazing my cheek
Searching for my lips with a silent song

His hands hold his guitar upright and proud
His fingers pluck the strings with careful determination
Creating ripples in my universe
And I shiver as the thought hits me
His hands around me like I am his beloved instrument

His voice sails through the wind until it reaches my ears
It warms me
Immersing me in melodic comfort
I think about what it would be like to be his muse
To be the reason he sings

I think about how lucky I would be
About how much he deserves better than me

The island of misfit girls and boys

We struggle to be accepted 

But then ignore the ones on the same journey

The first step to being loved is to first love yourself

The second is to love others 

The third is to open your eyes and see opportunity to spread love to your world 

Go out into the world with ready hearts and open minds

Enter relationships with one goal:

To accept others as you would want others to accept you

Live by the sun and love everyone